Jack Spade

Spade in Full

Jack Spade Forces Its Glory upon Howell Mill

It’s cloudy. Bit brisk. There aren’t even any bluebirds flying around handing you mint juleps.

But someday soon, it’s going to happen.

And someday soon, you’ll need to look the part...

Consequently, here comes Jack Spade, a few bright-and-airy new rooms packed tight with all the
seersucker and herringbone ingenuity you’ll need for the season in waiting, opening Friday on the
Westside.

You know Jack Spade. You’ve spent plenty of time online filling up fake shopping carts with the stuff. But
it’s real now. It’s here. It’s got one of those big rolling ladders and everything.

Just head over to the Westside and look for the big wooden doors (there’s an address, too, so that should
help). Open them. Then, step inside and make a happy face.

Because that comely young lady behind the curvy black counter over there... she’s about to show you to
some natty canvas messenger bags. Maybe some blue-and-pink oxford shorts. And then she’s going to show you
to the full-length mirror so you can see what you’ll look like at the Masters this year.

Yep. They’ll be keeping the place packed with springtime essentials of the
white-chino-and-seersucker-blazer variety for the next few months. Which just makes good sense,
really.